But strangely, it is often met with annoyance
Neglected and forgotten, considered a waste of space
Shut out or sealed, converted into an enclosed niche
Even large ones are just a hoax
Finding best use for hanging clothes to dry
Or to house pots and plants myriad
Too much sun, no sights that give pleasure
Mosquitos galore, or just no time for leisure
Excuses many, result just one
Empty space hanging, used by almost none
No promise of memories, no friends lounging
Balustrades, that no hands are holding
Taking up precious real estate, some complain
And even the ones who love it stay away
Oh there, someone relaxing with a book
Finding in the balcony, a cosy nook
A cup of tea, eyes filled with dreams
Distracted by clouds, fanned by gentle breeze
Pausing mid-run to stand and stare
In a space that is a worthy spare.
